The heavy snow like goose feathers floats on the face, like a pair of invisible hands caressing the cheeks, leaving a bone-gnawing coldness that reaches deep into the heart.
The courtyard, which was only cleaned at noon, had already accumulated a thick layer of snow. Her boots rustled on the snow. Xiu'er stood in Zongzi's room and mustered up the courage to push open the door.
With a "creak", a dark wind blew in the face, carrying a thick musty smell. Xiu'er walked into the room. The room was cold, the talisman paper posted earlier was covered with spider silk, and the table was covered with dust.
There was a thick layer, Xiu'er stood in front of Zongzi's bed, but could not find any trace of where he once lived.
Maybe I can find time to clean it up some other time. Maybe he will come back to live there one day?
Xiu'er sighed quietly, turned and left
Back in the room, Xiu'er closed the door, added a few pieces of charcoal to the brazier to make the room warmer, and hung up her cloak. Xiu'er returned to the table and picked up her chopsticks to continue eating dumplings.
Hey, why are the dumplings missing?
Xiu'er couldn't understand the strange thing. She only ate a few dumplings on a plate. Even if a cat or mouse sneaked in to eat them, they couldn't eat them all at once?
Putting down his chopsticks, Xiu'er picked up the jug and poured some wine. Unexpectedly, only half of the full jug of wine was left. Xiu'er took the wine and shook it. He opened the lid and saw that only half of the jug was left.
She obviously only had one drink, how could she lose so much?
Xiu'er looked at the wine pot, and saw that the spout was shining with a faint light under the candlelight. She touched it with her hand and found it was a little greasy. When she put it to her mouth and smelled it, it smelled like dumplings.
Goosebumps appeared instantly, and Xiu'er felt horrified. After the cat or mouse stole her whole plate of dumplings, it also drank half a bottle of her wine?
Could it be...that there is something evil in this house?
Xiu'er looked at the room nervously. There were many masters of the Maoshan sect. Those monsters and ghosts would not seek death. She bravely searched the room inside and outside, but found no evil things. Forget it, she was probably too worried.
Xiu'er put away the dishes and chopsticks, put away a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom to put a bucket of hot water. Xiu'er sprinkled some dried flower petals into the water. She took off her clothes and sat in the bathtub, scrubbing her body. I wonder if it was true.
Her illusion, along with the scent of flowers, she vaguely smelled the familiar smell again
Her scalp was numb, and Xiu'er always felt that there were eyes peeping at her from unknown places. She hurriedly covered her chest and squatted in the water. She looked around the bathroom with vigilant eyes. Only she and Zhuang Yuchen lived in the Yuanqing Palace.
, Zhuang Yuchen has been away all year round, and she almost always uses the bathroom. And now he and the Maoshan disciples are having a reunion dinner together, and there is no way he can come back... Besides, he is a gentleman, and it is impossible for him to do anything wrong to her.
Act of……
The bathroom was quiet and there was no one there, but Xiu'er always felt weird. She hurriedly took a shower, got dressed and went back to the room.
She put some talismans to ward off evil spirits in the room. Xiu'er smelled the room with her nose. There was no smell at all. It was probably because of the Chinese New Year. She was alone and deserted. She was overthinking it.
After lighting the soothing sandalwood, Xiu'er undressed and took off her belt, blew out the candle and went to bed.
Under the effect of sandalwood, Xiu'er quickly fell asleep. In her sleep, the familiar smell was there. Xiu'er had a dream. In the dream, her whole body was stiff, and she couldn't open her eyes because of the exhaustion.
She vaguely felt something standing in front of her bed. It was a rice dumpling. Yes, it was his familiar scent. It had a faint scent of magnolia and mint. She remembered that the sachet she made for him had this smell!
He's back! Xiu'er couldn't help but feel a little joy in her heart. He finally came back to see her.
Xiu'er opened her eyes happily, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open them. She struggled, her body seemed to be acupuncture, and she couldn't move her chest at all. It was like a heavy stone was pressing down on her. It was so heavy that she couldn't breathe, and her heart was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.
Can't help but panic
Zongzi! She wanted to speak, but her mouth seemed to be stuck with glue and stuck together tightly. No matter how she opened her mouth, she couldn't open her mouth and couldn't utter a word.
Xiu'er suddenly realized that she was dreaming, but why was it so real? She could feel Zongzi looking at him. The room was silent, and she could even hear his breathing clearly.
With her body restrained, Xiu'er concentrated her mind on moving the tip of her tongue, which was pressed against her teeth. She used all her strength to open her teeth slightly and bit the tip of her tongue, which caused severe pain. However, her body was still stiff and unable to move, and her eyes remained unchanged.
Can't open
What happened to her? Xiu'er became more and more panicked. There was a clear consciousness in her mind telling herself that she was dreaming, but why couldn't she wake up?
If it was really a dream, why did it feel so real?
She could feel the sound of Zongzi breathing. He sat down gently by the bed and looked at her motionlessly. She couldn't open her eyes. She didn't know his current appearance and expression, and why he entered her dream.
, and looked at her so strangely?
What did he want to say to her? Still angry with her and planning to never forgive her?
Suddenly her face became cold, and his hand covered her face. It was like the coldness of an ice cellar, piercing into her bones, with a hint of sadness, and Xiu'er's heart suddenly throbbed.
Her heart hurts so much, it hurts so suddenly... She has experienced this strange yet familiar feeling and will never forget it...
Tears couldn't help but fall out of my eyes. Is this the mood of Zongzi? The pain of life being worse than death, sadness with anger...
I'm sorry, Zongzi. If she had a choice, she really didn't want to say something to him that would hurt his self-esteem. It's a pity that she had no choice. I'm sorry...
Cold lips covered her cheek, kissing her tears continuously. Xiu'er tried to grab the quilt, but her knuckles were as stiff as stone and couldn't move. She seemed to be floating in mid-air, unable to grab or pinch anything.
Um... No, how could he kiss her? She regarded him as her younger brother, how could he do anything against ethics to her again? No, not even in a dream!
Thick shame flooded into her heart and could no longer be resolved. Xiuer was so embarrassed that she had no choice but to die. How could she have such a shameless and obscene dream? It was so shameless.
"Ah..." She struggled and screamed in her heart, but her body was still unable to move. She could only let the rice dumplings in her dream kiss her.
The tongue kept adding to her tears, the cold lips lingered in her mouth, and the stiff tongue pried open her lips and teeth, constantly harassing Pink Tongue. Xiuer felt ashamed and angry, and she wanted to bite his tongue to force him to withdraw.
, but who knew that he was like a fish on the chopping board, unable to move and resist at all?
Zongzi's tongue kept stirring and sucking in her mouth. After a while, he moved away and kissed her chin, all the way down...
Xiu'er's body was hot, her palms were opened nervously and her forehead was covered with sweat. She was so ashamed that she was in pain. What happened to her? Why did she suddenly have such a shameless erotic dream, and... her body was actually...
Ah... In the darkness, she only felt Zongzi's hands covering her tall breasts through the clothes, slowly kneading the silver thread on her face, blocking her breathing, and he buried his head in her neck,
His stiff and cold tongue kissed her tender and white neck reluctantly. He turned over and covered her body, put his hands into his clothes, and touched her soft body...
Her breathing was blocked, and Xiu'er's face became more and more uncomfortable. She struggled desperately and kicked her foot violently...
"ah……"
In the darkness, a panicked cry suddenly rang out in the silent room, and a figure suddenly sat up from the bed.
Xiu'er clutched her chest tightly, she was sweating profusely, panting and her body was exhausted. It took Xiu'er a while to recover, and she dragged her heavy and limp body out of bed. She shook her hands, and it took a while to light up.
Kerosene lamp, sitting at the table with a pale face...
She looked back at the deserted room. The scent of sandalwood lingered in the coldness, and the scent of magnolia and mint lingered there. Xiuer checked her body. Although her clothes were a little messy, they were caused by struggling in her dreams.
The nightmare exhausted Xiu'er's energy. She dragged her exhausted body and slowly sat back on the bed, covering her face in pain. Zhuang Yuchen was her fiancée. Even if she had a shameless erotic dream, she should be with her.
How could he be Zongzi, and she was so shameful in the dream...
Her body was still burning hot, so Xiu'er picked up the fan and fanned herself with all her strength...
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Xiu'er jumped up in fright, "Who is it?"
"I" Zhuang Yuchen's gentle voice sounded outside the door.
Xiu'er threw down the fan and opened the door. Zhuang Yuchen, smelling of alcohol, came out. Under the candlelight, he looked at Xiu'er who was in low spirits and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"
"I had a nightmare. In the dream, I couldn't move, I couldn't even shout, and I felt like someone was talking next to me." Xiu'er wiped the sweat from her forehead, her hands and feet became weak, "It's strange, I know that I
I’m dreaming, but I can’t wake up.”
Zhuang Yuchen concentrated for a moment and said: "Xiu'er, you may be trapped in bed."
"Ghost pressure on the bed?" Xiu'er was startled, "What is ghost pressure on the bed?"
"Ghost on the bed, commonly known as nightmare, refers to a person suddenly out of breath while sleeping, feeling like he is not waking up from a dream, unable to scream, unable to move his body, feeling inexplicable fear, and feeling like something is pressing on him."
"That's it." Xiu'er breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I was possessed by evil spirits."
"You may be worried and stressed recently," Zhuang Yuchen comforted him, "Don't think too much. I'll prescribe you a tranquilizer tomorrow. Just drink it and you'll be fine."
"Thank you." But, was she really a ghost just now? Why did she feel so clear, as if Zongzi was really beside her and did that kind of thing to her...